Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.